Slaughter in the Rain / A Race Against Death

The previously feigned atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and countless guns were pointed at the mother and child, as well as at the couples, middle-aged people, and young, beautiful women. Their expressions turned cold in an instant, and they pulled out their weapons from unexpected places.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

One Iu's plan was very well done. It's already quite unbelievable that two ordinary people could carry out an assassination to this extent.

The silenced guns fired bullets, a dense barrage aimed at the young children and mothers, ready to tear countless bloody holes in their bodies in the next instant.

The assassins were certain this would happen because they were sure the two people were ordinary people, and for ordinary people in this situation, death was the only outcome.

Their mission was completed perfectly, without any unexpected incidents.

"Awoo!"

A dog suddenly barked, followed by a man's gentle voice, as if he were receiving some relatives and friends in his own living room.

"That's really unexpected; Miko described has happened."

The man's words probably contained pride in his daughter.

"I thought she was worrying for nothing, but it's good this way. What father would let his daughter handle these things all by herself?"

Chapter 243 Slaughter in the Rain

Slaughter Demon Sha Shen Yu, the meaning of Yu is to control.

Before the torrential rain arrived, these assassins encountered the most incomprehensible thing in their lives.

The bullet that should have hit the body was stopped by a huge creature, a ferocious dog, or rather, a wolfhound.

With erect ears and a drooping tail, its entire body stained black, and a pair of amber wolf eyes staring at the assassins who could no longer conceal their weapons, it grinned to reveal neat, sharp teeth.

If it were an ordinary wolfhound, it wouldn't have surprised these assassins. However, looking at it, apart from its wolfhound shape, it was exceptionally large, about the size of a bus, and it shielded the mother and child from the bullets coming from all around.

Beside the wolfhound was a middle-aged man with glasses and an extremely ordinary appearance.

His build was much more normal than that of a wolfhound, and he wore a blue shirt. He stroked the wolfhound's fur with his hand, his gaze gently sweeping over the humans before him.

The man had his back to Yotsuya Touko and Yotsuya Kyosuke, yet even from just his back and a few words, a certain figure in their minds overlapped with him.

"Masamori?"

"Oh, it's been so long!"

The man, "Yotsuya Masamori," looked behind him at the two people who had once been his wife and child. He scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, a guilty smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Touko."

He had a lot to say, but ultimately he wasn't the real "Yotsuya Masamori." So he remained silent and avoided the topic.

"But right now, I still have some things to do."

Before the two could react, a ghostly purple light drifted into their bodies, and they lost consciousness.

Yotsuya Masamori caught the two unconscious men and placed them on the back of his large wolfhound.

Only after he had finished all this did he turn his gaze back to the assassins before him. The powerful pressure emanating from the wolfhound had restrained their movements, rendering them immobile. They watched in horror as this man, having completed all this, looked at them, and only gradually regained control of their bodies when his gaze fell upon them.

These people didn't foolishly shoot at the strange wolfhound and the man; they knew it would be pointless, and the only sensible thing to do was to run away.

A considerable number of assassins scattered in all directions in an instant, attempting to sacrifice others to increase their own escape time and save themselves.

However, Yotsuya Masamori simply adjusted his glasses, a new smile spreading across his face.

He raised the corners of his mouth, which tugged at the skin of his face, revealing a pair of sharp, white teeth encased in his lips.

"Boom--!"

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the clear sky, and the sky darkened abruptly. In the gloom, only two indistinct figures remained.

A colossal creature, covered in thick, sharp spikes, emitted mournful cries, like Malevolent Ghost demanding a life.

A burly human figure, with horns on its head, thick arms, and a slightly turned neck, was heading in one direction.

The rain poured down, and as the gray sky grew darker, it became even harder to see anything around Liu Yiyi.

The fleeing assassins had no idea how the downpour had started; they were simply running and gradually lost their way in the rain. A sense of dread crept in, and they grew increasingly anxious about their fate.

Rain soaked their coats, seeped into their underwear, dampened their hair, blurred their vision, and filled their shoes and trouser pockets with water. The heavy rain was exceptionally cold, gradually extinguishing the warmth within their bodies and their courage. In such harsh weather, firearms were completely useless, lying on the ground, clicking and rattling.

What about the buildings?

These people suddenly had a strange thought. They were supposed to be killing people in the bustling city, but this heavy rain seemed to have transported them to another world. Even after running hundreds or thousands of meters, they still couldn't see a single building in the city.

It was as if they weren't in the city, but on an empty concrete field.

A man knelt on the ground in despair, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Raindrops pierced his skin like bullets. He could feel his body growing colder and colder, even the intense running couldn't generate any heat to counteract it. His blood, the blood that should have been flowing, seemed to have turned icy cold because of the rain.

"What, what is this?!"

Feeling lost and helpless, he pulled a cold, damp gun from his inner jacket pocket—a deadly weapon he knew all too well.

Things shouldn't have gone this way. The gun would have, without any surprise, shot straight into the child's right chest from the point of firing. He wouldn't have shaken his hand, so the bullet would have torn through the young child's ribs and then struck his lung.

Then, blood will ooze from this tiny bullet wound. A child with a severely damaged lung will find it difficult to breathe, probably clutching their chest or gasping for air. This will cause the chest cavity to expand and contract, tearing the bullet wound open. Of course, they may not even be able to do that, because at the same time as the bullet that entered their lung, many more bullets will be lodged in their body.

Some would aim for his head, which is what assassins confident in their marksmanship would do. Some would aim for his heart, so he wouldn't contest that position. Others might miss, or they might carefully aim for the child's limbs, especially the legs.

The bullet embedded itself in the muscle tissue of his leg, preventing him from running away.

"That's how it should have been."

He stared at the guns, a bleak expression on his face.

Without even looking up, a pair of lizard-like feet supported by five long claws came into view.

Unlike lizards, these claws are long and thick, and the part connecting the claws to the feet is covered with layers of scales.

After that, he couldn't see clearly anymore. Nor did he need to see clearly anymore.

A thick arm ripped open his chest cavity, seemingly intentionally; a hand made of claws aimed at his right chest and pierced straight through his back.

He was like a rag doll, suspended in mid-air in this way.

The rain continued unabated, washing away the blood that had spilled from his chest and diluting it on the ground.

The man closed his eyes, his vision blurring as the pain and his body temperature dropped.

He must have finally lost his senses from the cold, because he actually felt a burning sensation from his bleeding chest.

Amidst this burning sensation, he uttered his final words.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

Chapter 244 Speed of Life and Death

"Urgent Notice! Urgent Notice! Heavy rain has struck various parts of our country, suspected to be caused by a super typhoon. All citizens are urged to immediately return home to avoid damage and loss of life, and to ensure safety as much as possible..."

Yurikawa Hana had just finished packing her things and walked out of her room. Several rooms that were originally close to the living room had been blocked off by heavy objects.

The television program that was supposed to be broadcast was suddenly changed to a disaster evacuation notice. Her mother complained that the government was only issuing the evacuation notice at a time like this, while at the same time making sure that no part of the living room was affected by the typhoon.

"Hua, why don't you sit on the sofa and read a book? With this terrible weather, the power and communications might be cut off soon."

The mother grumbled as she tidied up the remaining tasks.

Her nagging and complaints carried a hint of relief; she hadn't gone to work today, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get home. Her not being able to go home was a minor issue, but having Hua all alone at home would have been truly terrible.

"Phew--, then there's no problem."

Wipe the sweat from your head.

The mother placed the prepared candles on the table.

Having done all that, she finally had the energy to focus her attention on her absent-minded daughter.

"Are you... worried about Miko?"

Her words were a question, but her tone already implied a high degree of certainty.

"Don't worry, the child will be fine."

"Okay, I understand."

Yurikawa Hana didn't say much; she simply reached for her phone silently, then withdrew it.

"Mom, when do you think the typhoon will pass?"

"How was I supposed to know? This all happened so suddenly. Let's just wait for the government's announcement. Until then, we should stay in the living room. If we get hungry, we won't lack food. Besides, a typhoon like this doesn't last for several days in a row."

As she spoke, the mother began to mutter to herself again.

"But after the typhoon, there are a lot of troubles: government investigators, news reports about disaster relief, rising vegetable prices, broken appliances, and if you're unlucky, half of your house might be destroyed. Sigh..."

She hadn't thought of that much; she just felt that this typhoon was absolutely awful.

Hua listened silently to the sound of the conversation.

He simply murmured two names in his heart.

Miko you, Yuria, will be alright.

"Minister Okita, please drive faster!"

In the pouring rain, a car sped along a road where it was impossible to discern directions.

Yuria sat in the passenger seat, continuously channeling spiritual energy into the Straw Rope Doll in her hands. With the infusion of spiritual energy, the doll once again displayed a peculiar effect, vaguely revealing a identifiable road ahead.

Okita Qishen didn't speak; he had already exhausted all his energy just trying to figure out the vague road.

Behind them was a white car, oblivious to the pouring rain, its headlights still off. Yuria could still see it lingering in the rearview mirror.

"What on earth is wrong with this guy?!"

Yuria gritted her teeth and channeled a burst of spiritual energy into the doll's body, unleashing a beam of black light towards the white sedan. However, the car seemed immune to the black light, relentlessly pursuing their vehicle and even firing several bullets in their direction.

"Clang!"

With a few clanging sounds, Yuria knew without looking that there were several more bullet holes in the back of their car.

"What exactly happened to the Wagen Family?!"

"How should I know?!"

Compared to her bewilderment, Okita Qishen was plunged into deep despair.

"Damn it, what the hell is this damned Wagen Family doing?!"

After One Iu's last phone call, he thought he was completely fine. However, with the sudden relocation of personnel at the Divine Gate branch, he couldn't calm down and started an investigation. And that's when things went wrong. On the day Yotsuya Miko met with the head of the Oe family, Okita Qishen realized that the head of the family didn't actually want to sign an agreement with Yotsuya Miko.

Instead—she wanted to kill Yotsuya Miko!

"Damn it! I shouldn't have gotten involved in this kind of thing!"

Upon discovering this, he didn't hesitate and made up an excuse to meet Yuria, who was working and completely unaware that dozens of assassins had suddenly appeared around her. Then, as he was getting Yuria into his car and fleeing, he was caught in a life-or-death race against more than a dozen cars.

He managed to run from the road to the outskirts of the city by relying on his memory, but the dozen or so cars still chased after him—they had a tracking device somewhere on Yuria.

"Damn it! If it weren't for this heavy rain, we'd both be dead here."

He said angrily, taking advantage of the sudden downpour, they were finally able to launch a counterattack. Yuria used the Straw Rope Doll in her hand to make the car drive normally, and then destroyed all the vehicles that were closely following, leaving only this strange white car.

"But if we can't find a way to get rid of this guy, we'll still be going to die here!"

The car radio broadcast bad news to the two, explaining why the heavy rain had come so suddenly.

They were unaware that the change of heaven and earth was caused by Yotsuya Miko, so they didn't believe what was being said on the car radio. Although there were still many suspicious points, they didn't have the time to carefully consider whether the typhoon news was accurate.

"I know, I know."

Yuria glanced at herself again, gritted her teeth, poured most of her spiritual energy into the doll, and threw out another beam of black light. This time, the black light didn't hit the car, but the road in front of it.

In an instant, a large dent appeared in front of the white car, forming a pit.

The car, without exception, got stuck in the tunnel and couldn't move.

Okita Qishen on the gas pedal, accelerating forward and finally shaking off the white car behind him.

Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but start cursing again, as he had a lot of pent-up panic that needed to be released.

"Why didn't we use this sooner?!"

"If your spiritual energy can sustain this tunnel, I'll let you use it."